Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”Brother Jiang?”

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Li Qingyun, who had been paying close attention to Jiang Ding, didn’t understand the situation but still rose to his feet and stood with his hands tied.

Sure enough, after a moment, a white-browed elderly cultivator and a robust man walked in together, looking at Jiang Ding with a hint of surprise.

Given their realm, even without concealing themselves, foundation-building cultivators might not be able to detect them beforehand, let alone a mere mortal, yet he could. Truly, he had a Xiantian Sword Body.

”Salutations, Supreme Elder!”

Jiang Ding and another paid their respects reverently.

Thanks to Master Jiucaobi’s hints, they learned the identities of the two men.

Golden Pill Monks!

The supreme rulers of the Qiyu Sect, deities of the land whose lifespan spanned six hundred years, who could move mountains and fill seas, and burn down cities and destroy countries as if it were nothing.

Especially Jiang Ding, who was extra cautious, trying his best to exhibit perfect decorum and posture, far more apprehensive than the oblivious Li Qingyun.

Except for the Xianmen Sect, almost all high-level cultivators more or less exhibited moody and unpredictable temperaments.

One careless misstep, offending them even slightly, and they might kill you with a slap and then annihilate your clan without a second thought to any balance of interests between sects and clans, fully embodying the Xianmen Oath’s side of freedom and chaos.

”Please, my young friends, do not be so formal, feel at home here at the Qiyu Sect,” said the white-browed elder with a self-deprecating smile, sensing their apprehension.

No matter their outstanding talents, they were still just sixteen- or seventeen-year-old boys.

”Yes, Supreme Elder!”

Jiang Ding and the other grew even more respectful.

”Enough, you’ll get used to it after some time,” the white-browed elder said, not insisting further, then looked kindly at Li Qingyun. ”I am Li Tianzhong, from Li village of Baishui County in Chizhong Mansion of Yue Country. Fortune upon the Immortal Path favored me, and I advanced to the late stages of the Golden Pill. It seems we are fellow countrymen and clan.”

”Li Qingyun, would you like to take me as your master?”

Li Qingyun was stunned, then joy erupted across his face, and he knelt down saying loudly, ”Disciple Li Qingyun greets his generous master! May your Immortal Path flourish and your life energy be boundless!”

”Ha-ha! Good disciple!”

The white-browed elder laughed heartily. Finding a worthy disciple to inherit his legacy and ensure the continuity of the sect and clan was one of life’s greatest joys as his years waned.

He took out a green glowing pendant.

”This supreme magic tool, the Green Spirit Pendant, possesses protective and spirit gathering abilities. It was used by me in my youth. I hope you will be as fortunate as I, progressing unhampered and disease-free to the Golden Pill.”

”Thank you, master!”

Li Qingyun respectfully received the pendant and cautiously wore it at his waist, standing behind the white-browed elder and glancing at the robust man from the corner of his eye.

He believed that someone with the top talent on the Dragon and Phoenix List would not possess abilities inferior to his own, and in terms of combat prowess, would undoubtedly surpass him by more than a little. Surely, he, too, must be about to take a Golden Pill Immortal as his master.

Contrary to Li Qingyun’s expectations, the robust man made no move, merely watching.

”The ceremony of taking a master can be done another day,” instructed the white-browed elder, then turned to Jiang Ding: ”My young friend, my own master’s dying wish was to find the successor of the ’Pure Yang Golden Lotus Book’ cultivation method she practiced. My junior brother and I have been searching for hundreds of years to no avail.”

”To this day, it remains our greatest regret.”

Zhou Sanyan looked up at the sky.

His master had died a natural death. Two of her disciples had formed Golden Pills, so what legacy was there to speak of?

Li Qingyun’s eyes twitched in disbelief as he looked at Jiang Ding.

”Would you, young Jiang, be willing to take my master, Immortal Jinlian, as your teacher?”

”This, this...”

Jiang Ding’s expression changed, and he stuttered, unable to speak.

His divine soul instinctively touched the rusty sword tip, ready to flee at any moment.

Was this Golden Pill cultivator living so long that his sanity had unraveled?

Or was this a test,

A wrong word resulting in a slap to death?

”What, does young Jiang not think highly of my master, Immortal Jinlian?” the white-browed elder asked sternly.

”Elder, I wouldn’t dare,”

Jiang Ding bowed deeply.

”It’s just that I am of low virtue and shallow talent, with crude perspectives; I do not dare to share a master with two elders.”

”Then you would see me and my junior brother as lacking in filial piety, ashamed to face our master below the nine springs,” the white-browed elder lamented with tragic sorrow. ”Consider my master, whose two hundred fifty-seven years since passing...”

Zhou Sanyan looked over expressionlessly, the pressure of a Gold Pill Level barely perceptible.

”I had no such intention!”

Jiang Ding felt his scalp tingle, his figure nearly vanishing in a flash. It took a great deal of willpower to calm himself as his mind raced to barely judge,

perhaps these two Gold Core cultivators didn’t bear much malice. Did they simply want to take him as an apprentice on behalf of their master?

Why?

”Then what is your intention?”

Cultivator Baimei asked with a smile.

Zhou Sanyan, still expressionless, intensified his pressure slightly, and a mountainous force surged over.

”Where is my master, Immortal Jinlian?”

Jiang Ding steeled himself, ready to flee at any moment.

Today, he truly experienced the unpredictability of old monsters at the Golden Core stage, who seemed to be capriciously hopping along the road to the underworld.

He never wanted such an opportunity again.

”Hahaha! Excellent!”

Cultivator Baimei roared with laughter and swept up Jiang Ding into a rainbow light that flew away, with Zhou Sanyan taking Li Qingyun along.

Soon after, two streaks of Escape Light descended upon the grand and majestic Ancestor Temple at the mountain’s summit.

With glazed tile roofs, the temple stood taller than many a mortal range, each enshrouded by gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, and thunder-colored clouds, giving one the impression of entering a fairy palace, the smell of incense immediately invigorating one’s spirits.

Cultivator Baimei, solemn in demeanor, led the three of them slowly into the great hall until they saw rows of spirit tablets radiating Spiritual Light.

At the forefront, the most prominent and eye-catching was a seven-colored tablet inscribed with ’Spirit Tablet of Ancestor Master Qiyu, the Founder’.

Cultivator Baimei and Zhou Sanyan, with measured and respectful movements, offered three sticks of incense, only then saying, ”Come and pay your respects. This is the founding Ancestor Master of our sect, Immortal Qiyu.”

”The Ancestor Master had profound immortal fortune and vast blessings. Even at a low realm, he acquired an opportunity against the heavens and cultivated to the peak of the Golden Core stage, sweeping across surrounding nations, revered by thousands.”

”After the Ancestor Master’s transformation, he left behind treasures like the Seven-Line Stele, Nine Heavens Relics, and other foundations of the sect, allowing it to thrive to this day, blessing us, his descendants.”

”We pay respects to the Ancestor Master!”

Jiang Ding and the others performed three kneels and nine bows, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

After the ceremony, they moved to a tablet in the middle on the left side, inscribed with ’Spirit Tablet of the 17th Generation Ancestor Master, Immortal Jinlian’.

A portrait gradually unfurled, depicting an old lady with a stern light in her eyes.

”This is my master, Immortal Jinlian,” said Baimei slowly.

There was a moment of silence as Baimei, like Zhou Sanyan, appeared lost in his thoughts, sinking into memories.

Jiang Ding and the others did not dare disturb them.

”Master, in the blink of an eye, it has been two hundred fifty-seven years. I too have aged...” Cultivator Baimei sighed softly, breaking from his reverie and gesturing at the young man behind him.

”Disciple Jiang Ding, I pay my respects to my respected master!”

Jiang Ding performed three kneels and nine bows, without any psychological burden.

If the Qiyu Sect were not to fail him, or fail the Xianmen, he wouldn’t disappoint them either.

After a long while, an entire set of complex ceremonies including the Heart-Seeking Stele and others completed, Jiang Ding stood up.

The [Celestial Sect’s Great Curse] shielded the souls of all Fairy Gate citizens, ensuring that the knowledge of the Sect was not leaked.

”Little Junior Brother, I am the master’s eldest disciple. You can just call me Senior Brother,” Cultivator Baimei said with a kind smile. ”This is your Second Brother, Zhou Sanyan.”

”The master is no longer with us. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, or have any questions about cultivation, just ask us directly with a letter.”

Jiang Ding hesitated for a moment, ”I greet Senior Brother and Second Brother.”

”Little Junior Brother.”

Zhou Sanyan spoke briefly and to the point.

”If you have any questions about cultivation in the future, just ask me. Whenever I have time, I’ll try to answer them for you.”

Although he couldn’t afford to nurture a Gold Core Sword Cultivator seedling, forming a good bond had no downsides, for both himself and his clan.

”I greet Little Martial Uncle!”

Li Qingyun said helplessly.

He was still a peer just a moment ago, and now he had suddenly become a junior.

”The master enjoyed quietude, and the apprentice ceremony was simplified, but we’ll still have to hold the official ceremony,” chuckled the elderly Baimei. ”It’s also a good opportunity for the various peak masters and the younger generation to get acquainted with you.”